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We the People Have Been Jaded
By Franklin Price
10/24/2015
We the people have been jaded
By the current happenings
Though the Constitution says it
We are not in charge of things
Takes millions of dollars
To try to even run
If you cannot get the cash
Before you've started you are done
It's rumored that the middle class
Is this country's beating heart
If it has no contribution
The rich are the biggest part
They get all the attention
Dollars given passed right back
When their lackeys are elected
By the wealthy's super pack
Must reverse this bad reality
Though very difficult will be
Get money from the masses
That means from you and me
Take away the Super Packs
Limit contributions each
Candidates will have to work
Their constituents to reach
Invest their cash and effort
Get interest from the common man
By stumping out there on the street
With open hand and empty can
If their position makes some sense
To the majority of us
We should contribute what we can
To let our favorites ride the bus
Politicians are the most pretentious
to emerge from the primordial mulch
of creation.
They pretend to love,
they pretend to care,
In the case of them doing any deal
remotely benefiting constituents
is on condition they profit in prestige,
wealth and a seat, a boardroom chair.
They hug an old lady its a photo opp
They kiss a baby its a god damn video shot,
Even though the homeless is festering,
lacking in compassion, bolstering they bray,
But miss the point that businesses has
reneged on paying a livable wage
The politicians are one piece of work,
weird that they represent the rich and
well to do,
and to you, dem stuff dem chest with
ashes while exiting poverty,
they knew which way the wind blew
Well, money pour to the centre augmented
by a guard of honor rough beast of men,
though shroud now, don't be surprise when
you find its the politicians.
To the people of Georgia –
You have one more chance
To make your vote count
And not looked at askance.
The opponents, as different
As two men can be,
Want to serve in the Senate,
But each nominee
Has some assets and flaws
So you have to decide
Who will serve you the best
And is most qualified.
There’s a football star with no
Political sense
Who believes that his actions
Have no consequence.
There is also a pastor,
Well-spoken, who fights
To ensure his constituents
Have equal rights.
Though it seems a no-brainer,
The voters are split
But I urge all in Georgia
To think and commit
To the candidate who
Will continue to strive
To keep hope in our country
And freedom alive.
In times like this it’s pertinent to stroke the longest cord
for hummer is impertinent and seldom brings discord.
Each slippery politician who runs yelling, “Come on Board!”
is asking for some hummer from constituents lapboards.
He wants them on their knees paying, for taxing fills his hoard
Just a little hummer raises bundles and gets Johnny Boys accord.
And, if you think it just ain’t right to make a joke of Nancy*
then let me tell you baby, your hummers just not fancy!
Hell, you have to laugh at what they say, and their fancy stroking
for if you took them seriously, even Heimlich would be choking!
So, just remember next time your party yells "Come on Board!"
that if you do, you must expect the meaning is untoward.
*Nancy / Nancy boy - It is the opposite of being hard.
In cold weather a nancy boy would dress up in a coat,
hat, gloves and scarf and a hard guy would wear a t-shirt.
*hummer a slang word for a type of sex
** humour/hummer it's a play on words
Pies Politics And Birds
300 lbs. can’t hide my weight from stealing pies from bakeries
But I need my pies and will not be deprived
A warm pumpkin pie slides inside my shorts
Blueberry and cream go in the back and sides
A large slimy apple and a peach fit beneath my shirt
Icy against my thick hairy chest; is a little messy
Then a cheese cake stuffed inside my socks
As I waddle to the door to make an invisible escape
Ninja like and subtle, hoping no one sees my size
The baker stops me at the door
Questions why I’m stealing all his pies
Good sir, you are mistaken I assure you!
I am a politician on a mission
Gathering crumbs for my constituents
There are birdies just outside as clear examples, who adore me
Sir, do you realize who you are talking to?!
I am the president of Venezuela, former bus driver par excellence
Appointed and anointed by Hugo Chavez himself before he died
I have evidence; see for yourself at this address
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/04/03/nicolas-maduro-hugo-chavez-little-bird_n_3007965.html
I kid you not
Here I am speaking to the former dead leader today on national TV
He has taken on the form of a very little bird
Speaking fluent through his tiny beak to me
In Spanish, Parakeet and sparrow, Spanisparrowkeet for short
Therefore you cannot have me arrested, that’s for sure
I am the law and former bus driver of the people for the people
Now as president, I place pies in my shirts and shorts
Stay clear from me or I will start a war
Starting with your store
Your Morning Cup of Chocolate...
A poem from the poet Kabir, I call "being nothing, is something."
What is space, but the absence of something, yet in this vacuum we exist?
Certainly, Christ, Jehovah, and Allah can be present there too.
Martin
3/19/2020
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Oh Companion That Abode Is Unmatched,
Where My Complete Beloved Is.
In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.
There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.
No Home, No Homeless, Neither Outside or Inside,
Micro and Macrocosm Are Non-Existent.
Five Elemental Constituents and the Trinity Are Both Not There
Witnessing Un-struck Shabad Sound is Also Not There.
No Root or Flower, Neither Branch or Seed,
Without a Tree Fruits are Adorning,
Primordial Om Sound, Breath-Synchronized Soham,
This and That - All Are Absent, The Breath Too Unknown
Where the Beloved Is There is Utterly Nothing
Says Kabir I Have Come To Realize.
Whoever Sees My Indicative Sign
Will Accomplish the Goal of Liberation.
Kabir
Form:
Dream or Nightmare
Written: by Tom Wright
(My Opinion)
Tumbling around all night has left me feeling knackered,
I dreamed of political faces on a Post Office placard.
I could have said exhausted but that wouldn’t impress,
But being tired was the narrative, I mustn’t digress.
To me, some politicians, are like hogs at a trough,
Forever rooting and squealing for a share of the quaff.
Each wanting the most while sometimes doing least,
But I suppose that’s become the nature of the beast.
They routinely bicker, accomplishing little worthwhile,
always in front of a camera flashing a cardboard smile.
Genuine smiles might portray that things weren’t serious,
and God forbid that constituents might become delirious.
By trading handouts for votes they extend their career,
Term limits is the answer to this problem that’s drear.
My opinion counts for nothing
but now I feel so much better. LOL
Tom
With some Sauteed onions in a pan on some melted butter and olive oil
Throw in slices of button mushrooms, green pepper and zucchini according to your style
Some chopped garlic and cumin powder are the key constituents
Sprinkle some salt and some hot pepper flakes to tickle your taste buds
Open a can of organic black beans and give them a quick rinse
Adding it to the vegetable mix will fulfill a need of healthy protein
Top it up with some chopped spinach and stir the blend well
A scrumptious filling is ready for veggie enchiladas to be prepared
Bring out your favorite blend of cheeses and tomato salsa
Start building your tortillas while doing some fun salsa
Heat them up on both sides on a nicely heated, well oiled pan
Role each up by placing a little of all the above mentioned components near your hand
Arrange them on an oven-proof dish to cook in a preheated 375 degree oven
Top them up with some more salsa and cheese and bake for a quarter of an hour
Enjoy them when they are cool enough for you to devour
Hope you like the technique created by a vegetarian individual
07/22/2019
Firstly, having realized that PS Soupers cross the International Line, aspects of politics should be addressed. Clarity of 'Crossing the Aisles'. An American phrase references Congress and seldom elsewhere. I'm expounding on Congress via its members and how they find it useful. Members accord themselves with similarities fashioned by their constituents -- lest they seek a short term. Ergo, they'll ingratiate themselves on social issues that affect their daily lives, and the reciprocal benefit will ensure a mainstay in office. Members in opposition will ingratiate with constituents on those similar social issues that affect their daily lives from a whole different perspective thereby affecting said controversy from 'Crossing the Aisles' on a political level, whether it be, Washington DC, Ottawa, Canberra, or elsewhere..
Now on the subject of religion. I've bandied about my POV on faith and my pious mother via some of my posted poetry here at PS. In my sampling for the contest, I did make such an implication of that fact yet if you read into it, you'll note it was words of Christian standards that infer a mother's love towards her two sons that preceded her in death. I did not preach on the subject of my faith and have it dragged into the darkness of controversy.
Contrast on Controversy
I used to be into politics,
I would shout loud, and chant, and march,
believed we could change everything
if only we could be in charge.
Get new blood into hallowed halls,
the old paradigms we’d wreck,
but neither me nor anyone
could foresee what would happen next.
See a senator from Ohio
got thrown clear off a speed-boat,
before anyone could get to him
he’d drowned in the water below.
He had just begun his first term,
and had served for only a year,
but when a new election was called
the strangest of things did appear…
The senator’s ghost, sat at his desk,
shimmery, but still clear as day,
through the stunned expressions of shock
the senator had this to say:
“Did you think I would give this up?
My campaign cost forty million,
you think death would keep me from this?
Heck no! I will finish out my run.
“Besides, where is it ever said
in that great document of ours
that a ghost can’t serve constituents?”
The truth of this had us alarmed.
So we turned to the court system
to try and clear up this whole mess,
they scoured the Constitution,
then admitted with much duress
that no power had government
to keep spirits from taking their pace,
if the citizens voted for him
then he was free to participate.
This ruling opened up flood gates,
the ultimate incumbency,
the pols were all so power-mad
that they never left this Earthly scene.
One-by-one they would all die off,
then reappear as a ghostly form,
to be elected back to their seat,
and before long this was the norm.
And now, thirty years afterwards,
a tipping-point has been reached,
Ectoplasmic-Americans
now hold enough seats to impeach!
Advisors now say to hopefuls
you don’t have a chance until you’re dead,
except if there’s a haunting scandal,
then maybe you’ll get elected.
Needless to say the youth turnout
has plummeted all across the land,
and at rallies the pols no longer
even attempt to shake your hands.
Everyone can see the future,
it looks exactly like today,
same names, same faces, and same lies,
but them wasn’t it always this way?
Though if they’re all remaining here,
not going to the afterlife,
then Heaven has no politicians…
It really will be a paradise!